Saturday, December 1, 2018
It's been a couple of weeks since I've updated. Friday is only minutes away from completion on this side of the world and my sleepy eyes wonder whether I'll manage to make it to the end of this post :) Perhaps the best solution is to keep it short.
We moved this past Sunday so it's been hectic trying to get into more of a routine on top of the other things I'd normally have going on. Transition can be a bit disconcerting but overall the change feels good. I've also been trying to take advantage of having friends that live nearby so I can socialise with more than just my two-year-old! This week's little poem, of course, is dedicated to moving.
Jars of jam
next to the socks.
Where does this go?
Dreaming of new things
This place we now
- © e. mauger
Check out the rest of the Poetry Friday roundup at Carol's Corner. I hope to be back next week with something more on the brain than organising house. Happy Friday and hope you all have a smooth start to your December!
Friday, November 9, 2018
I haven't posted the past couple of weeks. It's easy to let something slip - honestly I don't know where the days are going. November 2018? Well - what's been happening?
Last weekend myself and the in-laws had a short road trip to Victoria to attend a friend's wedding. For me, it was more of an acquaintance than anything but it was an excuse to go to the next state over which I haven't really had a chance to explore previously. It was about a 7-hour commute -- longer on the way back, which included a stop at a quarantine station on the border where we collectively worked our way through the fruit we didn't consume while at our AirBnB. In the end there were minimal casualties, some mandarins and the dregs of a watermelon.
The time has come to find a new place to rent and I've been trying to find somewhere suitable. No one *really* likes moving but I'm more amenable to it than my other half. I just try to see it as an opportunity to start over and maybe with the new surroundings reinvigorate, motivate or kick start things you may have been putting off.
This week I share a classic love poem by Dante from a collection of poems I borrowed from the library. While the poem may, in part, refer to being reminded of an old love in the face of another, I like to take it in the slightly romantic notion of coming across someone you felt you have known in other lifetimes.
I have been here before,
But when or how I cannot tell:
I know the grass beyond the door,
The sweet keen smell,
The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.
You have been mine before --
How long ago I may not know:
But just when at that swallow's soar
Your neck turned so,
Some veil did fall -- I knew it all of yore.
Has this thus before?
And shall not thus time's eddying flight
Still with our lives our love restore
In death's despite
And day and night yield one delight once more?
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
This week's roundup is being hosted by Michelle over at Today's Little Ditty. Have a great weekend :)
Friday, October 19, 2018
Hello, hello. Welcome to Poetry Friday once again. Before I forget, this week's roundup is hosted by Brenda at Friendly Fairy Tales.
A couple of weeks ago I entered a giveaway for a copy of Matt Forrest Esenwine's Flashlight Night and was surprisingly one of the winners. My copy came in the mail earlier last week. When you have a child who likes to read, you get tired of reading the same ones over and over again so thanks for adding some more imaginative wordplay to the bookshelves!
|Evidence of receipt :p|
We've had a couple of nice days in my part of the world lately but it's mostly been interspersed with wet and cold weather. Last Sunday was more humid and warm so when the rains came it was welcome. It was difficult to convince my son to go inside the house so we just let him play in the rain. It was nice to see the happiness he had from the offerings of nature. My contribution this week is a short poem from that moment.
Rainbow rain coat
twirl and twirl
Hop in the rain
like a chirpy little bird
Splash! goes the water
Stomp! goes my feet
To the park with dad
What fun, what a treat.
© 2018 e. mauger
Friday, October 5, 2018
I went to the library with my son this afternoon, forgetting that it'd be busy because of school holidays. There was lots of yelling and cushion throwing going on in the kid's section and I was relieved when we finally made it to another part of the library. I feel so greedy whenever I go - the time I have to read is limited, but I still feel compelled to check out a little more than I can sufficiently get to in the borrowing period.
I suppose my coveting books is a sign of my love for them - and so for today's offering I thought I'd share a love poem by William Blake.
Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind does move
I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart;
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears,
Ah! she did depart!
Soon as she was gone from me,
A traveler came by,
He took her with a sigh.
Tomorrow I have a wedding to go to - any plans for your weekend? *EDIT* I forgot to mention Tabatha over at The Opposite of Indifference was the host for Poetry Friday this week.
Friday, September 28, 2018
I enjoyed hosting Poetry Friday last week. Thanks to everyone who came over and left their contributions. This week Jone is hosting over at Deowriter. It's her first time hosting, too, so go over and show some love.
With all the things happening in the news, particularly the latest political merry-go round back home, it feels a bit strange to have light-hearted fare on offer today. But this week I thought I'd try a persona poem about a vampire squid (Vampyroteuthis infernalis literally "vampire squid from hell"!). I intended to respond to the call for octopus poems for the release of Irene Latham's Love, Agnes, but I ended up writing about this guy instead.
I live down deep
where so few thrive
in the depths
where the dark resides.
But suck your blood?
You bet I don't.
I feed on tiny things that float.
crab bits, yum.
I cast my fishing lines
to catch some grub.
I like mystery
I'm not a true squid.
It's kind of a charade.
But don't be mad,
I don't mean to kid.
Blame the scientists.
They named me—
- © e. mauger
Hope you all have a productive weekend. See you next week!
Friday, September 21, 2018
Hey ya'll, welcome newcomers and vets alike to Poetry Friday. I wanted to post earlier to accommodate all time zones since I'm based in Australia, but alas. I'm happy to have you here and to be hosting for the first time since I started this blog about 5 months ago. I wasn't sure what this space was going to be used for (maybe I still don't), but I've been happy to at least be able to contribute to a bit of weekly poetry.
For this week's offering, I thought it apt to try a 'Where I'm From' poem after seeing a few around in recent weeks. I've been living in Australia for just over 6 years now, in Israel for 3 but spent most of my life in the ol' Midwest. I found the pre-write an interesting exercise. Not everything ends up going into the poem but I was hesitant even jotting certain things down. Anyway, here's the rough outcome of my initial brainstorm.
Where I'm From
I'm from faces black and brown
from corner stores and city beats
northside homes and
I'm from festivals and fireworks
from lakeshore views and museum wings
I'm from road trips to grandma's
Christmas feels and winter sleet.
I'm from an urban home and suburban school
dichotomies with being cool
from parents going separate ways
from stacks of books and imaginative play.
I'm from rose-covered thresholds
from buttered biscuits and collard greens
different tastes and eccentricities
from Jeff Buckley - yes, and Prince
(both artists whom I miss).
Memories inside of me
© e. mauger
Say hi in the comments below and add your offering to the poetry potluck. Have a great weekend!
Friday, September 14, 2018
Hello everyone. This week's Poetry Friday roundup is hosted by Amy VanDerwater down at The Poem Farm. Next week is the first time I'll be hosting on this blog (eep!). Better make sure I plan ahead for that one.
For today's exercise, I thought I'd try an erasure poem. I guess it's kind of like trying to make a sculpture. I don't know if it held up in the end, but I at least I don't have to come up with the words and it provides an interesting challenge.
|Arranged from some text from Monocle magazine|
She just wanted
a simple solution
from the paper that keeps
She settled on
Each stamped in
Hope you guys have a good weekend. & see you next week!😅
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